When I went home for Chinese New Year, I spent a million times more money on my foreign wife.

In addition to the strong smell of alcohol, there was also a hint of gunpowder in the air.

"Get lost!"

The bald man seemed to have heard something unbelievable, and the gold chain around his neck swayed wildly with his trembling fat.

Although he's been away on construction projects for a long time and hasn't been back, in Linhai County, everyone still calls him "Brother Biao" out of politeness.

Today I actually got yelled at by a guy from out of town who drives a dump truck.

"Fine, fine, fine." The bald man laughed angrily, a ferocious expression squeezing out from his fleshy face. He suddenly stretched out his large, hairy hand, across the table, and grabbed directly at Katyusha's fair face. "I see you're asking for trouble! You won't listen to reason, so don't blame your brother for being rough—"

Snapped.

A crisp sound.

The bald man's wrist stopped ten centimeters from Katyusha's cheek.

It's not that he doesn't want to move, but that he can't.

Katyusha's slender hand, which had been holding the deer's leg, had somehow gotten around to gripping the bald man's wrist.

She was still chewing meat, her azure eyes slightly narrowed, devoid of any human emotion, much like a mother wolf stalking her prey on the Siberian snowfield.

"ah--!"

The next second, a pig-like scream echoed throughout the entire restaurant.

Baldy felt as if his wrist was being clamped by a hydraulic clamp, the bones making a teeth-grinding grinding sound. The excruciating pain made him break out in a cold sweat, his knees buckled, and he almost knelt on the ground.

"Relax." Chen Yang put down his chopsticks, picked up a napkin, and slowly wiped his mouth. "Dirty."

Katyusha's fierce glint vanished instantly, and she reverted to her obedient, simple-minded self. She disdainfully shook off the bald man's hand, rubbed some oil on his leather jacket, and then continued to bury herself in dealing with the bone.

The bald man clutched his wrist and staggered back several steps, wincing in pain.

The four henchmen behind him then realized what was happening and grabbed empty bottles and folding stools, ready to charge upwards.

"Damn it! You dare touch Brother Biao?"

"Kill him!"

The restaurant manager and waiters huddled behind the counter; no one dared to call the police, much less try to break up the fight. In Linhai County, offending Brother Biao meant you could forget about doing business in the future.

"Kid, you've got guts." The bald man recovered, glaring fiercely at Chen Yang, gritting his teeth. "If you can walk out this door upright today, I'll change my surname to yours! Block the door shut!"

The four henchmen immediately dispersed, blocking the restaurant's only exit. They banged their bottles on the tables and chairs, creating an extremely tense atmosphere.

Chen Yang sighed.

Why is it so hard to have a proper meal?

He bent down, took a bundle of things out of the inconspicuous black backpack at his feet, and casually threw it on the table.

pat.

A dull thud.

That was a bundle of ten thousand yuan; the red bills, under the dim yellow light, exuded an eerie magic.

The henchman, who was about to rush forward, paused in his tracks.

Followed by.

Pat, pat, pat...

Chen Yang pulled them out one bundle after another, like he was building with blocks.

Twenty thousand.

fifty thousand.

80,000.

One hundred thousand.

In the blink of an eye, ten stacks of brand-new 100-yuan bills formed a red "brick wall" on the table, blocking Chen Yang and the bald man.

The once bustling restaurant fell silent instantly.

In this small county where the average wage is only two or three thousand yuan, what does 100,000 yuan mean? It's the net income of an ordinary family for three years, the down payment for a house, and a huge sum of money that many people wouldn't even dare to dream of.

The bald man swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing with difficulty.

The four henchmen stopped banging their bottles and stared intently at the red wall, their eyes practically bulging out of their sockets.

Chen Yang leaned back in his chair, his fingers tapping a rhythm on the red wall.

"The cost of this meal and drinks is 15,000."

"Waiter, I'm sorry I startled you just now. This is compensation for your emotional distress."

He picked up another bundle, didn't even count it, and threw it directly at the terrified young man behind the counter.

Red banknotes rained down on the counter. The waiter, holding the bundle of money, trembled, wanting to say something but unable to utter a sound. Ten thousand yuan! How many plates would he have to serve to earn ten thousand yuan?

"The remaining money..."

Chen Yang's fingers traced over the remaining eight stacks of money before he finally looked up, his gaze passing over the bald man and landing on the four henchmen.

"Throw this bald guy out, and you can have your share of the money."

The four henchmen's breathing became rapid and heavy, like bellows.

They exchanged a glance, and the ferocity in their eyes transformed into something far more terrifying—greed.

Baldy's heart skipped a beat, and a chill ran from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.

"Third brother! Don't listen to his nonsense! I'm your eldest brother!" The bald man panicked and shouted, "This kid is just a..."

"Brother, I'm sorry."

The younger brother, nicknamed "Third Brother," was the first to move.

He threw down the bottle he was holding, his eyes bloodshot, and lunged at the bald man. "My mom needs money for surgery, you know that. I've been borrowing from you for six months already..."

"Brother Biao, we really have no choice, there's just too much money involved..."

The other three henchmen were not to be outdone, and fearing they wouldn't get any money, they pounced on the attack like hungry tigers.

"Holy crap! You guys have gone against me?! Ouch! Don't hit me in the face!"

The arrogant local tyrant who was just moments ago is now being thoroughly humiliated by his own confidants.

These thugs went to great lengths for those tens of thousands of yuan, pulling on his arms and lifting his legs, managing to lift the bald man who weighed over 200 pounds.

The restaurant door was kicked open, and a gust of cold wind rushed in.

With a scream and a thud as he hit the ground, the world fell silent.

The four underlings came running back, panting, and looked at Chen Yang expectantly.

Chen Yang kept his promise and pushed the remaining stack of money forward.

The four men pounced on them like madmen, divided the money, and fled through the door.

Chen Yang clapped his hands, looked at the mess on the table, and lost his appetite.

"Are you full?" He turned to look at Katyusha.

Katyusha swallowed the last bite of meat, licked her lips with a hint of lingering satisfaction, and nodded: "I'm full."

……

Back to suite 888 on the top floor.

The snow outside the window had stopped, and the entire county was covered in a thick blanket of white.

Chen Yang stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the few figures that were faintly visible under the streetlights downstairs—the henchmen who had taken the money hadn't gone far, but were counting the money in the snow. The bald man was climbing out of the snowdrift, but no one was there to help him up anymore.

A pair of soft arms wrapped around his waist from behind.

Katyusha pressed her face against Chen Yang's broad back, her voice muffled and tinged with doubt: "Chen, I wanted to beat him up just now. I would have taken his bones apart and used them as building blocks."

Her thinking was simple: whoever was unkind to Chen Yang was his enemy.

Chen Yang turned around and embraced the girl, who was even taller than him, gently stroking her long golden hair with his fingers.

"Wife, I've got it."

He looked into those deep blue eyes, a confident smile curving his lips.

"If a problem can be solved with money, don't get your hands dirty. We are civilized people, and we should learn to persuade others with reason."

Katyusha nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite.